*Eliza's POV*

When I came home from a date with Alexander, my parents told me that Peggy was upstairs and had something she needed to talk to me about.

Once I grabbed a water bottle and an apple, I headed upstairs to the room that Peggy would be in for a while.

It was weird not having her in our room anymore. It felt a little empty, but I guess moms right, she kinda does need her space.

With a smile, I walked into Peggy's new room.

"Hey, Pegs! Everyone said we need to talk, what about?" I asked and sat down next to her on her bed.

I went to wrap my arm around her shoulders, but I saw her scoot away.

I sighed and looked at her "Peggy?" I asked again.

Peggy took a deep breath, and she began to talk.

"Eliza, listen. You could possibly hate me forever. And I'll- I'll have to accept that. But please hear me out first. Please." She started.

I was confused, but nodded, singling her to proceed.

"I'm really not.. right in the head. To keep things short and frank, there's two of me. Peggy, and Maria. Like Maria as in Maria Reynolds at school."

Maria Reynolds? That slut?

"I decided to have someone who people would actually like. And I'm not proud of what I did and do as her. But, I can't control it. It just.. it's easier to be her. She has confidence. She's better."

She better not have-

"And at the homecoming dance, me, Maria, pulled Alexander away from you. He didn't ditch you. It was me."

Slut. My own sister. Why. Just why.

I noticed Peggy look down. She seemed guilty. But then again, I couldn't tell anymore. She almost unrecognizable to me.

How could she do this?

"Eliza, I'm so so sorry. You dont know how much I want to undo this. I want to fix this so badly."

Peggy said and started crying.

I didn't know what to say. I just looked at her, trying to process everything she just said.

Then a thought popped into my head.

Why didn't Alexander tell me?

And then, a second thought.

Who was a more mad at?

I sighed.

I do understand that Peggy isn't okay. Her mental state is questionable.

I moved closer to her.

"Listen. I'm not happy with you, but I'm not mad with you either. If anything, I'm pissed at myself for not realizing you maybe needed more love and attention. I failed as a big sister. But still, Peggy, you shouldn't have done what you did."

I sighed as she nodded and cuddled up to me.

"You really need help, Peg.  You gotta talk about this. It's like a personality disorder."

Peggy shook her head "no, please. I'm tired of therapists. Please Liza."

I sighed "fine, but only if you promise Maria will go away."

"No! I can't do that." Peggy shook her head and ran off.

"Fuck. Peggy!" I called and ran after her.